“Dude, you’ve watched me meticulously disembowel at least half a dozen men.” Pace adds, “You’ve cut off more fingers and toes than you have.” Lex points the transducer at him. “You’ve seen the inside of a brain.” “And hell, that was just a rough hockey practice,” Pace says. “Yeah.” Wicker blinks, forehead knitting up. “And?” Incredulously, I surmise, “But the baby being born will be too gross for you?”
